DARK VLAD
The burning pyromancer paused for a second and he looked at her with puzzlement. He dispelled the spell as soon as he understood and bowed politely, placing his gauntlet over his chest. "Hmph. I see, that is fine too."
Curses, how could he have failed her so? If he still had one, he would tear his own face out of shame. Sadly, all he could do was remain silent and try to come up with a topic to bring up. It seemed that despite his grandiose mad mannerisms, he was astoundingly bad when it came to talking about these kinds of things.
Ah, of course. He needed to bring up something appropriate for her stature. He channeled his mana once more, conjuring a powerful magic circle on the ground between him and his master. Before long, a pillar of flame erupted upwards, revealing a table made of skeleton bones topped with a silver platter of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. But these were not ordinary chocolate chip cookies, for they came from hell!
"I bake occasionally." He told her flatly.
Necromantic Cookies of DOOM
Strength: Human
Agility: Human
Constitution: Human
Deliciousness: Legendary